Just One Night (4 page)

“That’s better, baby, now let’s get you to a
place where I can make you scream that instead of whisper.” The
familiar predator mask had fallen over his face again. Sara slipped
her thumbs through his belt loops as his words sank into her brain.
He reached down, grabbed her hands and pulled them around his
chest. She gripped her hands together tightly as he took off down
the street. Glancing over her shoulder, Sara winced as a couple
walked towards their parked car, right next to where she and Chris
had been moments before. As the wind picked up, blowing her hair
around her face, she wondered if they had seen Chris spank her butt
cheeks.

“Do you think they saw us?” she questioned
when they reached the stop light.

“Oh, I know they did,” smirking back at her.
Mortified, Sara buried her head into Chris’ neck and found the she
was comforted by the rich smell of his musky odor, enjoying leather
and man. “Hold on tight, baby!” revving the bike’s engine and
bolting them off into the night.

Sara knew she was a goner before they even
got to Chris’ loft.

P
ulling up in front of an
old derelict building in the business district, Chris idled the
bike down, cutting the engines. Sara could see a few shops down the
street that had bars covering the windows and plenty of neon
flashing lights. There was a woman leaning against a building with
a way too short skirt on and a bright pink mink coat. The smell
that enveloped her nose reminded her of something close to the meat
locker plant back home.

“Nice neighborhood,” Sara said with as much
sarcasm as she could muster. Waiting for Chris to pounce on her for
making a snotty remark, Sara felt his muscles tense under his
jacket.
Did I offend him?
Chris took
a deep, shuddering breath, and resumed the slow rise and fall of
his chest. Slowly, Sara began tracing the hard muscled lines of his
chest through his thermal shirt. She leaned her head forward,
rested it on his shoulder and nuzzled her face into the crook of
his neck.

Sara could feel her anticipation for what
she knew was going to be an extraordinary experience growing. She
no longer had butterflies in her stomach – they were monster
hummingbirds flying with breakneck speed. Sara didn’t know how much
longer she could sit there, waiting for Chris to make a move.

“Do you want to help me off this thing or am
I just suppose to slide off the back until I hit the pavement?”

Chris jumped as if he was startled, but
still did not dismount from the bike. Sara propelled herself
backwards as gracefully as she could, barely missed landing on her
butt. Brushing the dust from her jacket, Sara walked forward to put
herself in Chris’ sight line. His gaze was locked on something in
the distance, continuing to balance the motorcycle between his
legs. Pulling her lip between her teeth, Sara considered the notion
that Chris would take off and leave her behind. His eyes had lost
that predatory gleam, moving towards glassy and mostly remorseful.
Placing her fingertips on his cheek, Sara casually ran them down
and across his jaw line. His stubble tickled her fingertips, making
a scratching noise that sent goosebumps across her skin.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Jerking his head to look at Sara, Chris
slumped his shoulders in defeat. “No, Sara, you didn’t. I just was
thinking about this,” he motioned with his hands between the two of
them. “I was wondering if I
am
really leading you into a lion’s den.” His voice was almost
hoarse.

“I’m a big girl, Chris. I think I can handle
it. You haven’t done anything to me that I didn’t like so far. I
really would like to keep going if that is ok……Sir.”

Chris’ neck muscles flexed, setting his jaw
forward. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sweetheart. Don’t fucking
say I didn’t warn you. You need to choose a safeword right now.”
The mask had fallen back over his face and it was sexy as hell.

“What do you mean, safeword? Can’t I just
say ‘stop’ if I need to?”

“You might scream stop without realizing it,
and it may not be what you actually want to do. A safeword is a
word that you would not typically say during sex. It means that you
physically or emotionally can’t handle what is happening and
everything stops. All of it. Once you have used your safeword, the
scene ends. We are done.”

Sara pondered the statement for a moment,
watching as Chris flicked the kickstand on the bike. He threw his
long, lean leg over his bike, grabbing Sara by the wrists, pulling
her towards the sidewalk. They both stood in front of his building
face to face, breathing heavily as if they had run a race. Sara
could feel the adrenaline pumping through her body.

“Do I need a safeword to stop you from
hurting me?” Sara practically whispered to herself. She wasn’t even
sure that he heard her.

“No, Sara. I’m not a sadist. I don’t get off
on inflicting pain on others. I am assuming that you are not
extremely experienced and some of the things I plan on doing to you
could possibly be overwhelming.” Grabbing her upper arms, Chris
held her close, slowly grinding his sex into her belly, she could
feel the hard length of his erection.

“I fully intend to make you scream in a
short time from now. The biggest thing that I need from you is your
trust. I need you to know that I take your submission to me very
seriously. I want to fulfill your every sexual desire, to have you
completely let go and allow me to take you there.” He released her
arms from his grip, reached around behind her and grabbed her ass
with both hands. Pulling her forward so that her sex was pressed
against his thigh, Sara felt the throb between her legs. Releasing
his hold, Sara started to slide down his thigh towards the ground.
Her swollen clit tingled as it rubbed between the fabric of their
clothes.

“Oh, god.” Sara tried to stand, but her legs
wobbled underneath her.

Chris made his chest rumble as he laughed a
quiet, deep, sexy laugh. “Oh god, S
ir,”
he reminded her. His gaze was still locked on
the contact that their two bodies had made. Chris slowly raised his
line of sight, looking at her through lust filled eyes. Swallowing
the fear creeping up into her brain, Sara knew that he could sense
her nervousness.

Chris pulled her head close to his, slowly
brushing his lips across hers. “You’ll always be safe with me,
little one. Always.” Moving down, he trailed kisses on her neck and
over her collarbone, making her shudder.

“I think so,” she stuttered as she pulled
back from his embrace.

The smile that slowly stretched across
Chris’ face was anything but comforting. “That is enough for me…for
right now, little one. Now, your safeword is…” Chris asked as he
made a motion with his hands for her to fill in the blank.

“Assets, Sir.”

Stepping forward, he slowly reached out,
grabbing a handful of her coat. With a quick tug, he pulled their
bodies close together. Chris grasped her chin in his hand, tilting
it upwards. His gaze was narrowed in on her, those gray eyes
reflecting the humor he found in her words.

“Assets, huh?”

“Yes, Sir. You know, assets minus
liabilities equals owner’s equity?”

“Well, it’s original for sure. Though I was
hoping to study anatomy tonight, not accounting. Come on, lets get
you upstairs before you lose your nerve.” Chris backed away from
their embrace, holding his hand out.

Sara looked down at his outstretched hand,
trying to shut down her fear response. She wanted this, she needed
this. No one needed to know that the way that Chris spoke to her
was a huge turn-on. Chris was offering her a chance to step out of
her safe zone. The desire for him was rising exponentially by the
second.

She finally grabbed his hand.

“I’m ready, Sir.”

C
hris led Sara up the
stairs to what she assumed was the first floor. Still holding on to
her hand, he pushed the door opened, motioning for Sara to enter
first. To the left of the entry was the kitchen, bare of the
necessities. There was nothing on the counter tops, no coffee
maker, toaster or blender. Even more self-evident was the absence
of a single dirty dish. There was a large window on the south wall,
bathing the entire room in dim moonlight. There was a table
adjacent to the kitchen with two small folding chairs. A small
couch sat flush against the south wall with an ornate metal table
in front. To the north of the living room area was a large bed with
wrought iron headboard and footboard. Intrigued by the bed, Sara
began walking that direction. Chris leaned back against the kitchen
counter, crossing his feet at the ankles and arms over his chest.
Sara looked back to gauge his reaction, but the light was so muted,
she couldn’t quite make out his expression.

Reaching the sleeping quarters, Sara
analyzed that the frame work of the bed. The design was very
simple, with multiple loops and curves. A metallic piece of art,
not like any headboard or footboard that she had seen before. There
was no rhyme or reason to the way the design was laid out. Running
her hands over the cool metal, Sara pondered its origins. It was
definitely hand made by an artist.

“I made the bed myself if you are
wondering.” Creeping up behind her, Chris reached over, flipping on
a soft reading light. “I am skilled with a blow torch and I needed
a bed that could accommodate my lifestyle.”

Placing his arms around her waist, he pulled
her back until she molded into the curve of his body. A lifetime of
timidness had been holding Sara back until this point. She had come
so far tonight, was so aroused. All of Chris’ suggestive words had
made her react and ripen with anticipation. She made a snap
decision to let go of her inhibitions and see what “lifestyle”
Chris was referring to. Sara ground her ass back into him, daring
him to proceed. The hiss of air that escaped Chris’ lips sent a
shiver through Sara’s body.

Chris placed his hands on Sara’s arms,
slowly spinning her around so that they were facing each other.
Taking the time to fully appreciate his features, Sara took in the
strong column of his throat, the taunt line of his jaw, the full
shape of his luscious lips. Her tongue wet her lips, wishing she
had the courage to lean forward and run her tongue across his jaw
line. His eyes were full of promise as he stared down at her. She
could tell from the way that he was clenching and unclenching his
jaw that he was holding himself back. Taking a deep breath, Chris
was trying to remain in control of his body.

Sara started to reach upwards for a kiss.
Without warning, Chris slammed his lips into hers, kissing her with
so much force that she could taste the metallic tinge of blood in
her mouth. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, sweeping from side
to side. Chris was kissing her in the way that Sara had always
dreamed of being kissed. He pulled back from their embrace, lust
clouding his eyes. Wrapping his hands into her hair, he pulled down
so that she was looking up at him. Bending towards her neck, she
felt his tongue brush back and forth on her skin, sending
goosebumps across her flesh. Shivering, she pulled away from his
embrace, trying to regain her composure. Standing up to his full
height, Chris crossed his arms over his chest, intimidating her
with the serious look in his eyes.

“I am in control of your body. You do not
move unless I tell you to. Your body is mine to do with as I
please.” Taking one step towards her, he uncrossed his arms,
relaxing his stance. He grasped the bottom of her shirt, lifting it
over her head. Panic set in when she tried to remember what she had
put on for a bra that morning. She didn’t have to worry long as
Chris’ hands grazed her nipples.

“Very nice…white lace. Wholesome, just like
you.” He moved his knuckles back and forth across her growing
nipples. Reaching around behind her back, his deft hands undid the
clasp to her bra in one flick of his wrist. He caressed her breasts
gently with both hands. “These are mine to tease, taunt and taste.
I will change the color of them from this light shade of pink, to a
lovely deep dark red.”

Chris moved his lips towards her chest, when
Sara felt her fear grasp her mind again. Wanting to retreat to
safety, Sara tried to back away from his embrace. She realized too
late that she was pinned close against the bed frame, having no
where to go.

“You’re safe, little one, please, know that
you can trust me to not hurt you.”

The words were Sara’s undoing. She released
the tension on her body; he was not going to hurt her. His very
demeanor, his control and confidence, the cadence of his voice. She
did feel safe and protected in his care.

“I trust you, Sir. I’m s-s-sorry,” Sara
stuttered as she leaned back into his body. Chris held on to Sara’s
arms to steady her. Leaning in towards the upper curve of her
breast, he continued as if she had not interrupted. Placing small
kisses on a trail downward, Chris adored every inch of her flesh.
Sara practically shot out of her skin as his lips made contact with
her nipple. He grazed it with his teeth, biting down hard enough to
make jolts of pain shoot down to her pussy. Then his lips and
tongue would caress and soothe her nipple, easing the pain away.
Sara let out the breath that she was holding as he continued the
process on the other side. She could feel the moisture pooling in
between her legs. Chris alternated the process with engulfing her
entire areola in his mouth, pulling back until her nipple released
with a loud plop. There was no rush, he was slow and sensual with
his ministrations. Chris was worshiping her breasts one at a
time.

A need was awakening in Sara, more than a
desire for intercourse with a man. This man. This extremely hot
man. This was more than just a quick screw to ease some tension.
Sara was reeling from his dominance over her body, his possession
of her was reducing her brain to mush. Unable to process the
emotions that were flitting through her brain, Sara let go of her
emotions. Ready to just feel, Sara let a breathy moan escape from
her lips.